#simeon x reader

[luxthestrange]

Obey me!Memes #192

[temis-de-leon]

With a fem!MC that is attracted to their true forms

Characters: Diavolo, Barbatos, Solomon and Simeon (x reader, separately)

Setting: friends with feelings

Part 1 (context fic) , Part 2 (introduction + older brothers) , Part 3 (younger brothers)

Main Masterlist

C/W: MENTIONS of size kink, manhandling, inappropiate use of portals (glory holes lmao, I feel filthy writing that), jealousy, sensory depravation

A/N: This part in general is tamer than the others, but Solomon's and Simeon's are even tamer because they got SO LONG. Simeon's is 888 words, which I find interesting

Diavolo learnt from your erotic interest in demonic traits out of Lucifer’s drunken mouth.

They were deep in their third bottle of Demonus, stammering about who knows what already, when his friend finally decided to comment on what had been going on in the House of Lamentation, face covered in a nice flush and eyes closed, reliving the memories.

To say that Diavolo was immediately filled with jealousy is an understatement. 

Mind you, he had always been jealous of the brothers in general, but it was mostly of their childishness and the freedom that allowed them to be occasionally immature. Lately, though, his thoughts had been completely interrupted by the constant reminder of how close the relationship between you all is, and how they’re able to be and coexist with you, and share your time and your space equally.

So to suddenly hear his best friend dreamily explain the shift in your relationship? To be forced to imagine the charged stares and the desperate, exploring touches? There was nothing he could do but flash a practiced, PR approved, grin and hum every now and then for the rest of their hangout.

And there was nothing else he could think about ever since then, especially if he happened to cross paths with you at RAD.

He notices now, more than ever, the differences between you two. In his opinion, your humanity has always been one of your most attractive features: the strength to be kind and forgiving, the finality in your decisions, which gives significance to your mortal life; the free will to give every silly thing a meaning... It’s very intriguing, and he never felt any shame declaring how much he loved them, even if it isn’t in his nature to fully understand it.

However, your humanity has taken a different connotation lately.

See…

You are so, so small.

How didn’t he notice before? How didn’t he notice just how much bigger than you he is? Nevermind the average height and weight for a human woman, he still gets to surpass you in every way; making you tilt your head up to maintain eye contact, granting you permission to use his body as a cover if you wish to hide from the brothers’ demands, and even engulfing your hand in his whenever he manages to score a dance with you at parties.

He is sure he could just… manoeuvre you around without using that much force. Hug the curves of your waist with a single hand to pull you closer until he can’t differentiate your heat from his and set the pace with nothing but the muscles in his arms and your compliance; shield you from the outside world with his body alone and let you scratch your impatience away on his back; open your legs with the width of his horns and stay there as long as he pleases, drenching his sheets in drool and everything your body can offer.

He may control himself against temptation better than any other demon (he is set to be king, after all), but he is still a demon. He’ll take you with him to madness. He’ll take you to a blubbering mess. He’ll take you.

Obviously, he had previously noticed you staring at him, but he’d thought it was sheer interest and fascination. A human admiring a sinful creature with curiosity.

Now that you’re alone with him in his office, though, he notices that you’re not wearing pantyhose under the uniform skirt: you’re wearing thigh stockings. The elastic looks uncomfortable on your skin, but all he’s seeing is the fat tissue protruding ever so slightly, begging his fingers to dug in and squeeze.

He wonders, once he finally looks up and finds your waiting gaze, how didn’t he notice you flirting with him all along.

Barbatos was present when Lucifer got to the point of no return and openly confessed his addiction to your body, so he does, too, now, observe you in ways he never did before.

Suffice to say, he’s mostly amused about the whole situation.

While a demon’s appearance is meant to fit the beauty standards of the human realm, innocent souls will sometimes contain an unfiltered urge to be intimate with true monsters. Horns, wings and tails are the standard, but succubi and incubi’s official reports have described fur, size differences, fanged mouths with serpentine tongues, clawed paws, tentacles, and, amongst many others, modified genitalia.

As a friend, you’ll need to forgive him, but, as a demon, it’s impossible not to wonder which one of those fantasies is the one that keeps you awake at night. Do you get aroused with the idea of feeling dwarfed by your partner, like you would with the Young Lord? Is it exciting to ignore fear and show your bare body to Beelzebub’s drooling mouth? Or perhaps you’re one of those people who thinks Levi shares more with snakes than he does with humans?

For the sake of decency and his own politeness, he won’t discuss any of this with you (although since the brothers discovered everything on accident to begin with and Lucifer was drunk when he spilled his guts, Barbatos has no business knowing anything anyway). He’ll keep your friendship untainted, and only tease you ever so subtly; enough to raise a bit of suspicion, but not to directly ask him about it, like standing right behind you when there’s a crowd and letting his breath kiss your nape.

Of course, he is also curious about what could you possibly find attractive about him specifically, given that he’s a peculiar demon, but he fears the answer would be disappointing. He has no horns on his head, but bony, feeble wings instead, and although his forked tail may look seducing at first, it isn’t that much comfortable to play with; it’s wet to the touch and incredibly sensitive, but not in a good way.

It doesn’t even occur to him that your attraction towards demons could expand beyond scales, horns and pointy wings.

He doesn’t consider that idea until he’s opening a portal to the human realm for you to visit your loved ones and you suddenly stop to take one long look at him, at the buzzing edges of the portal and the rigid, yet precise position of his fingers: the three longest stuck together in the air. He looks at you back, perplexed, but you’re only grinning coyly at whatever’s crossing your mind.

“So you can open portals to anywhere you want, right?” you ask, slowly crossing the glossy magical entrance with one hand, as if tasting the feeling on your naked skin. The observation catches his interest, and he nods with a cautious smile. “No matter the size of the space?”

Your breath hitches for just a second after you ask the question, but it’s enough to alter his breath as well. His mind stumbles to go wherever you’re thinking, ultimately failing, and the portal falters almost imperceptibly on the process.

“As long as my hand can pass, I suppose” he ends up saying, trying to maintain his composure. However, you lighten up at his words, and the realization of what you’re actually asking hits him like a train. He notices himself gasp and flush, but doesn’t say anything else, wishing to see how far you’ll go with your curiosity.

“And you can open the portal on any surface?” you keep on asking, taking a step closer in a nonchalant manner despite the implied filth coming out of your mouth. “Say… on cloth?” His imagination pushes him to lower his gaze, directly towards your hips, and you sway them playfully in response.

“I’ve never had a valid reason to open such a portal; besides, I’m afraid Lord Diavolo needs to grant me permission to use my powers” he reminds you, and the slight disappointment in your expression doesn’t escape him. He’d be lying if he said he doesn’t feel it too.

Sadly, you leave after that, blowing him a kiss before disappearing through the portal, but your suggestion remains with him for longer than he’d ever admit out loud to anyone other than you.

He can’t ask the Young Lord permission for something like that, can he? Something so frivolous and selfish, and so out of character from him. And even if he gets said permission, he can’t go and open a portal in your… underwear! Without letting you know, no less!

He just can’t…

…can he?

Seeing hickeys covering the smoothness of Asmo’s neck and clavicles shouldn’t have raised any interest in him. To be clear: it wouldn’t have done so at any other point in time or in any other context, but he isn’t called Solomon the Wise for nothing. He is observant; and observe he did.

He isn’t the only one who’s shamelessly infatuated with you (he wasn’t even the first one to reach that point of attraction), so seeing Asmo and his brothers scramble their way into impressing you or getting your attention lost its amusing factor pretty early on. It was still fun to witness sometimes, don’t get him wrong, but there were times when he couldn’t help but see himself in their hopeless faces, wondering when you’d see their feelings, or if you’d ever see them at all.

And if you were so oblivious to your roommates, then how would you ever notice your teacher, who found it so hard to hang out with you?

Besides, watching the brothers monopolize your time so easily always sent a wave of something awful and wicked through his body. Not only did they live with you, but they also shared meals and even beds on occasion; would it kill them to let you go for a few hours during classes?

Sadly, there would be no comfort for his jealousy other than your undivided presence; and since there was no way he’d get you alone with him any time soon…

Yeah, he’d rather observe just you and ignore the rest.

And, lately, he’s found various discriminating changes.

Ha saw a flustered expression where there used to be none, longing stares under your eyelashes that could burn a man alive, sinuous shapes in the movement of your hips comparable to Asmodeus’s hypnotizing charm, an extra open button above your breasts, remains of a masculine scent trailing behind you, hands disappearing under your desk whenever you sat next to one of the brothers…

Hickeys on Asmo’s skin.

Solomon is wise and observant, and he’s quick to learn. He knows how to put two and two together.

So another change takes place.

It comes out of nowhere, and it gets on your nerves extremely quickly.

Your sharp-witted, mysterious teacher, one of the most powerful sorcerers in the three realms, suddenly starts to just… sigh really loudly around you. Like an abandoned dog or a female lead in one of those cloyingly romantic novels, your demon-like human friend became annoying and dramatic very out of the blue.

Now, whenever you go to his lab for scheduled lessons, he sits by the windows and stares at the streets with what you suspect is forced heartbreak. If you have lunch with him and any of the brothers and you let them feed you, he sighs obnoxiously, until whoever is trying to be romantic with you drops the fork and side-eyes him.

He doesn’t look amused; he doesn’t look truly sad… It’s almost like defeat.

Curiosity is killing you by the time you reach Purgatory Hall, and it gives you a reason not to feel deranged when you pound on the door repeatedly. Simeon and Luke aren’t home anyway (you made sure of that), and it isn’t like they have any neighbours, so you’d only be bothering Solomon, which, depending on why he’s been acting like a Victorian widow, he probably deserves or not.  

Of course, once he opens the door, he sighs pitifully and drops his gaze, which is enough for you to push him back inside and close the door behind you; no regrets.

You expect him to act in an even more melodramatic manner in response, maybe surprised or hurt, but he seems elated. He’s breathing heavily, showing a wide grin that doesn’t match his previous behaviour, while grabbing your wrist to keep your hand on his chest.

He says he’s been lonely, left behind, feeling at a disadvantage; but now you’re alone with him, in his house. There’s no one to take you away from him, no one to demand your attention and no one for him to fight for your affections. He may not be a demon, but he never needed to be one. Do you know how much he can do with magic? He can soundproof the room, take away your senses until there’s nothing else to feel but his touch, silence you, bound you… Hell, he can lend you his powers again and let you put him at your mercy.

He’ll let you do anything as long as it’s just you and him.

He won’t let the brothers get in the way.

Simeon is at a loss of words. He doesn’t know what’s happening and he isn’t sure if he wants to know.

Ever since he first met you, the unresolved feelings between you and the brothers had been a well-known secret; something everyone was aware of, but didn’t dare say out loud. Watching you be kind, patient and courageous in the Devildom, only to receive their hopeless pinning in response, had become something as natural as breathing air or sleeping. It was endearing, and maybe a bit embarrassing to watch on occasion, but it simply was.

Perhaps it was natural for the brothers, too, to feel that way. The last time he saw them so happy and satisfied in their lives was back when they were all angels, before the war and their sister’s death. Her loss left them broken and bitter, and, although you clearly aren’t a substitute sister for them to cope, your presence has made an obvious impact in their lives.

And Simeon can understand that.

He can see you have a good soul, and your determination to remain close to your humanity in the world you were thrown to was a key element in your success during the school year. You’re brave and you stand your ground, but you don’t go looking for brawls, or at least he hopes you don’t, and you defend the weak when they’re vulnerable. Levi wasn’t far off when he began naming you Henry; you are a hero.

Of course he can understand how his former brothers fell in love with you.

What he doesn’t understand is exactly when everything started to change.

They still long for you, that much is obvious, but they’re so much bolder now, and it looks like you reciprocate their advances. They whisper in your ear when there’s no need for silence, and you scoop closer; you play with their hands during long lectures, and they play with your hair in return. Even Lucifer, who cares about appearances more than anyone, once got close enough to speak directly against your lips, and whatever he said to you at the moment was too tantalizing for you not to close the distance and pull him into an empty classroom. There was no one in the halls, sure, but still.

Embarrassingly enough, Simeon left wishing to hear what was said, although he had a vague idea.

He tried asking Lucifer himself about it, but he got defensive. The only thing he said, albeit arrogantly, was that you liked him as a demon, and anything else between you was none of Simeon’s business, which was a fair thing to say, he must admit.

However, seeing both the carnal desperation in your eyes and you seizing the opportunity to satisfy it, really did change something in him.

And since he can’t really control himself when it comes to you, he goes ahead and asks you directly, taking advantage of a free evening where Luke is with Barbatos and Solomon is with Asmo.

He starts the conversation with pure curiosity, asking whether or not you’re finally dating his former brother. He saw you kissing at RAD, so there’s definitely something between you, right? He just wants to know; as a friend, obviously. He only wants the best for you, and seeing Lucifer happy after such a long time brings peace to his heart.

You chuckle at that, however, and that’s when you explain what actually happened since the very beginning. The otome game ad, the flirtatious ambience in the House of Lamentation, the tension finally breaking between you and the brothers… You look embarrassed talking about everything out loud, but there’s a softer edge in your voice; something appreciative seeping through the incriminating words.  

You thank him for his understanding, and he feels his cheeks get warm.

Then you subtly change the subject, and it becomes obvious to him that your shame got lost amongst the demons a long time ago.

“Hey, I just realized I’ve never seen your angel form” you say; and it could be such an interesting, innocent concept to talk about if not for what brought him to invite you for tea in the first place.

He has an angel form, which he rarely displays. He has wings and a halo, and a golden armour that would leave you blind, but he isn’t particularly proud of it. Back then, when he was a seraph, he used to have multiple sets of wings and infinite eyes hidden under the feathers. He was monstrous, and glorious, and eternal.

He failed then, and it cost him his position in the hierarchy.

If he sinned… If he fell to temptation…

He stops himself, trying not to think about the darkness in your eyes when you kissed Lucifer in the hallway, or about your shoe riling up the hem of his pants right now. He tries not to think about his infinite eyes, who wouldn’t have let you go out of his sight. Forever under his attention, would you have felt overwhelmed?

You overwhelm him.

You’d make a fallen angel look majestic.

He tries not to think about it, but, in the end… he knows it’s worth it.

.

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[melodiesz]

nsfw. f!reader x dry humping w/simeon ໒꒱

self-control was something that tended to fly straight out the window when he was with you; simeon realized in a pleasure-filled haze when he found himself moaning under you at the feeling of your slick folds gliding against his length.

he’d like to say that he needed much convincing and persuasion to have him here under you, engaging in such a debauched act, but he couldn’t. truthfully, he folded as soon as you brought up the idea under the excuse of: “it’s not a sin if there’s no penetration, right?”

but he couldn’t find it in him to feel guilty when you felt so good against him, every moan that left your mouth sending shivers up his spine and making him want to do more, to draw out every sound you could make until it was nothing but broken cries of his name.

and really, there was nothing wrong with letting you indulge a little in your desires. this was for you; his perfect angel, looking like one now more than ever when you looked up at him with glossy eyes and puffy lips from how you bit them trying to stifle your sweet sounds.

it’s not like he had been thinking of getting you like this since the moment he first saw you — countless nights spent fisting his cock to thoughts of you just like this — imagining the way your body would respond to his touch, how you’d moan his name like a prayer as he gave you that small taste of heaven.

and after doing this much, what’s the point of restraint? he really couldn’t be blamed if his tip just happened to slip inside your warm heat, or when his hips clearly moved with a mind of their own as he thrusted deep inside you.

and if he came to the feeling of you clenching around him as your own orgasm washed over you, then really, he wasn’t doing anything wrong. surely it wasn’t a sin if this ended in a sweet little bundle of joy, no?

[ikki-bikki]

I have a headcanons scenario the brothers and the side characters pinching MC's cheeks to see their reaction when they're staring off into space, asleep, or just studying and MC doesn't notice them.

── ⋆⋅☆ OBEY ME - CHEEK PINCHING

── ⋆⋅☆ AUTHORS NOTE - Went through A LOT of voice lines from the game to try and make these guys as in-character as possible. Realized I know nothing about Mephistopheles or Raphael, so I didn't write about them.

── ⋆⋅☆ LUCIFER

Lucifer notices immediately when you get distracted.

He pretends he doesn’t, of course. He keeps his arms crossed, keeps that perfect posture, but he’s watching you like a hawk the second your attention drifts.

You’ll be sitting in his office, supposedly helping with paperwork or discussing something important, and then… your focus just floats away? Hello?

Maybe it’s a shiny object, maybe it’s a silly thought, maybe it’s nothing at all.

Your eyes glaze a little, your head tilts, and you’re gone.

Lucifer takes one look at you and just… melts internally. :/

He will NEVER admit that.

But the fondness hits him so hard he has to look away for a second.

He calls your name once. Doesn’t work.

Calls it again, slightly sharper. Still nothing.

At this point, he’s smiling, not visibly, no, but the corners of his mouth are absolutely betraying him.

So he walks over, tilts his head a bit, and leans down. Then he just pinches your cheek.

“There you are,” he says, sounding far too satisfied for someone who just manhandled your face.

You react, flustered or startled or pouty, and that only makes it worse.

He pinches again, softer this time, because apparently he has discovered his new favourite toy. Your easily distracted expression.

You ask why he did that, and he raises an eyebrow like it should be obvious.

“You weren’t listening.”

He means, 'You were adorable, and I needed you to look at me right now.'

── ⋆⋅☆ MAMMON

Mammon notices when you get distracted faster than he notices sale signs.

Which is saying something.

You’ll be talking to him. Or, well, he’ll be talking and bragging, and then suddenly your focus just… drifts.

Your eyes go off somewhere, you stop responding, and your brain has clearly unplugged itself from the room.

Mammon freezes. Not because he’s offended.

It's because your “I have no thoughts in my head right now” face is the cutest thing he’s ever seen, and he has to physically hold onto something to keep from combusting.

He tries calling your name. His voice gets progressively louder and more desperate. “Yo! Human!! Helloooo?! Are ya even listenin’?! Hey!! Earth to... c’mon!!”

You don’t snap out of it, and Mammon is suffering.

So, naturally, he panics and goes for the most Mammon solution possible. He walks right up to you and pinches your cheek.

Not gentle. Not delicate. A full “I’m tryna reboot your brain like a malfunctioning vending machine” pinch.

You jolt back to reality like someone unplugged and replugged you.

Mammon immediately goes bright red. “W-WHAT?! Ya weren’t listenin’! I had to get ya back somehow!! Don’t give me that look!!” (⸝⸝•̀⸝⸝•́⸝⸝)

Meanwhile he’s staring at you with the dorkiest smile he’s desperately trying to hide, because your confused little face is killing him.

── ⋆⋅☆ LEVIATHAN

Levi tries so hard to pretend he doesn’t care that you’re not paying attention to him. Spoiler: he cares. A lot.

Inside? He is wilting like a neglected houseplant. (•́ ᴖ •̀)

You’re NOT looking at him, and he is fighting for his life.

Eventually, he scoots closer. Like… a pixel at a time. He leans over your shoulder to see what has you so focused, and then it hits him: you look cute.

Like dangerously cute, Concentration-face cute.

He goes red IMMEDIATELY.

His brain: Error. Buff overflow. Abort. His body apparently decides to act on its own, though.

And he just— PINCHES YOUR CHEEK?!

Gently. Tentatively. Like he’s afraid you’ll crash if he clicks the wrong spot.

The SECOND he realizes what he just did, he jerks his hand back like you burned him.

“I—I wasn’t trying to get your attention or anything!! I just— I mean— You— AUGH—” (⸝⸝๑ ﹏ ๑⸝⸝⸝)

But now you’re looking at him. Mission accidentally successful.

Levi is internally punching the air because YES, he has your attention, but also NO because he cannot survive this level of eye contact.

Will spend the next 24 hours ranting to himself in his bathtub about how he “totally didn’t do that because you were cute” while replaying the moment.

── ⋆⋅☆ SATAN

Satan notices you getting distracted before you even realize it’s happening.

One second you’re talking to him, and the next you’re staring off at… a speck of dust?

Doesn’t matter, he thinks it’s adorable.

He watches you for a moment, trying to pretend he’s not completely endeared.

Like, he’ll even put a hand under his chin and act like he’s contemplating deep philosophy, but really he’s just thinking, “Why are they so cute when they’re spaced out?” (╭ರ_•́)

At first, he tries calling your name. Calmly. Softly. Very gentlemanly.

And that’s when he decides to escalate.

He leans forward with the smooth confidence of someone who thinks he’s immune to embarrassment (he isn’t).

Then he reaches out and pinches your cheek.

Not hard — just enough to get your attention.

The moment you snap out of it and look at him, he gives you this tiny, smug smile like he’s so proud of himself for 'bringing you back to reality.'”'

“You drifted off,” he says, like he didn’t just reach over and grab your face like you’re a cat he wants to squish.

He claims he only did it because you weren’t listening.

Lies.

── ⋆⋅☆ ASMODEUS

You're hanging out in his room again — lucky you!

Asmo’s sitting beside you on his bed, filing his nails and telling you all about a disastrous outfit someone wore earlier.

He’s very passionate about it, clearly.

But at some point, you stop responding.

You're staring off at… something. Absolutely entranced, and Asmo just blinks at you like “…hello?”

He leans in a little, “Darling?”

No reaction.

Then he makes the most offended-yet-delighted face, like >:O but sparkly.

And without warning, he reaches over and pinches your cheek gently.

“There you are! Oh my goodness, what has you so focused that you forget about me?”

You blink at him, startled and cute, and he actually gasps — dramatically of course — “Aww! That face! Do it again~!”

He scoots closer until he’s basically draped across your lap, batting his lashes. “I swear, when you zone out like that, it’s adorable enough to be illegal.”

And yes, he absolutely plays with your cheek again just because he can.

Later, he’ll flop onto his bed alone, kick his feet, and mumble to himself, “Their cheeks are so soft… I’m doing that again next time.”

── ⋆⋅☆ BEELZEBUB

You’re sitting with Beel in the living room, the two of you sharing snacks… well, you’re sharing snacks. Beel’s inhaling them like oxygen.

He’s talking about this new protein bar he found that “tastes kind of like mango but also like regret,” and you’re nodding along until.

Oh? There you go again.

Totally zoned out. Staring at absolutely nothing. Your snack halfway to your mouth like you froze mid-animation.

Beel notices immediately.

At first, he just tilts his head, all soft and confused, like a big, gentle puppy. “…Are you okay?”

No answer.

He leans in closer, brows furrowed with concern. Still nothing.

So he gently reaches out with those giant warm hands of his and pinches your cheek, so light it’s barely even a pinch.

“Hey,” he says with the softest little smile, “You spaced out.”

You blink up at him all dazed and cute, and his expression melts. You can practically see the way his heart does a little flip.

“That look…” He looks away shyly and smiles to himself. “Um… it’s cute.”

He keeps his hand hovering near your cheek like he’s tempted to do it again, but he’s Beel, so he’s polite about it.

He only gives in when you lean into his hand, he’s like ( ˶o˶˶o˶) !! but also ( ,,◕ ̫ ◕,, )

He offers you the last piece of his snack as a peace offering. (He never gives the last piece. That’s true love.)

Later, he goes to grab another bag of chips and quietly mutters to himself, “I hope they get distracted again… I liked touching their cheek.”

── ⋆⋅☆ BELPHEGOR

You’re in the attic with Belphie... where else would you be?

He’s half-asleep on your shoulder, mumbling something about how the stars look fake tonight and how he “could totally sue” if they keep twinkling that loudly.

You’re listening… until you’re not.

At some point, you drift off into your own little world. It's too cozy not to.

Your eyes get all soft and unfocused, and you’re completely gone. Belphie opens one eye, peeks at you, and instantly recognizes the look.

He stares for a moment, absolutely fascinated.

You’re quiet. Still. Peaceful. He loves it.

He sighs, dramatic but sleepy, shifts himself closer, and reaches up with one lazy hand to pinch your cheek.

It’s not even a proper pinch, more like a soft, sleepy squish.

“Hey…” he mutters, voice low and satisfied, “don’t go drifting off without me.”

You blink awake, startled and cute, and Belphie just smirks like he’s been waiting for that exact expression.

“There you are,” he murmurs, snuggling back against you like you didn’t just get sneak-attacked by a cheek pinch. “You make the cutest face when you zone out… It’s distracting.”

He says it so casually, like it’s just a fact of nature and not something that’s been making him kick his feet internally.

And when you swat at him?

He grabs your hand, pulls it to his chest, and goes right back to napping on you with the smuggest little smile.

── ⋆⋅☆ DIAVOLO

You’re visiting the castle, which is already a big deal because Diavolo acts like you hung the moon.

He’s giving you a tour, talking excitedly about some upcoming festival and how he wants you to be there.

And then he realizes… You’re not responding.

You’re standing there in the hallway, staring at a stained-glass window like it just told you a life-changing secret.

Diavolo pauses mid-sentence. Smiles.

Sets his hands on his hips like a dad about to lovingly scold a toddler.

“Hello…?”

Nothing.

He steps closer, peeks down at your face with this amused, soft expression like he’s watching a baby animal do something precious.

And then, with the gentlest touch for a man who could crush boulders, he pinches your cheek.

Not hard. Just a light little squeeze to bring you back to the mortal realm.

“There you are!” he laughs, bright and warm. “You drifted off for a moment.”

You blink up at him all surprised and cute and Diavolo’s whole face just softens like he’s experiencing love for the first time.

“That look…” he murmurs, cheeks warming just a little, “I should find ways to see it more often.”

── ⋆⋅☆ BARBATOS

You’re in the castle kitchen with Barbatos, which is already a privilege because he rarely lets anyone near his workspace.

He’s slicing fruit with flawless precision, telling you about a tea blend he’s perfecting.

You’re nodding along, taking in the scent, the warmth, the quiet…

And then your brain just ✨ leaves the building ✨

You stare off at… a teacup. Or maybe a blueberry. Whatever it is, it has absolutely consumed your entire focus.

Barbatos pauses mid-cut, glances over, and gives you this tiny, fond smile.

“Darling…?” he calls gently.

No response.

He sets down the knife, carefully, of course, and steps closer.

He tries again. Still nothing.

And then, without a hint of hesitation, he reaches out and pinches your cheek.

So soft. So quick. So precise. Like he’s done it a thousand times in his mind.

“There you are,” he murmurs with a quiet chuckle, eyes crinkling just a bit. “You seemed… rather absorbed.” (˵ ¬ᴗ¬˵)

You blink up at him, startled and cute, and Barbatos looks away for a moment like he needs to reset his entire emotional system.

Then he brushes his thumb over the spot he pinched, barely there, and adds, “It is… charming, seeing you like that.”

── ⋆⋅☆ SIMEON

You’re sitting with Simeon in Purgatory Hall.

He’s writing in his notebook, telling you about a story idea he had while cooking breakfast this morning.

You’re listening… at first.

And then your attention drifts off to something completely random. A dust particle floating by? A pretty patch of sunlight? Who knows? You’re just gone. :/

Simeon notices immediately, of course, he does.

He looks up from his notebook, his smile soft and impossibly gentle.

“Honey…?” he says, voice warm and lilting.

No response.

He tries again, leaning in a little. Still nothing.

So he lets out a tiny, affectionate laugh and reaches out to pinch your cheek, the gentlest pinch in the entire celestial realm.

“There you are,” he says, his smile melting into something fond enough to make any angel jealous. “You looked so peaceful… I almost didn’t want to interrupt.” ( ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)ഒ

You blink at him, all wide-eyed and cute, and he actually laughs softly, covering his mouth just a bit because he can’t handle how adorable you look.

“You make the sweetest expression when you’re lost in thought,” he adds, brushing his thumb lightly over your cheek.

Yes. He’s that soft.

── ⋆⋅☆ SOLOMON

You’re in Solomon’s room, which is always a gamble, because there’s a 50/50 chance something in there is sentient.

He’s mixing something in a cauldron (against all common sense), explaining how it’s “definitely safe this time.”

You’re listening… kind of. Until you’re not.

Your eyes drift over to a shiny crystal on his desk. Or maybe you’re just zoning out because the smell of his potion is… suspicious.

Either way, you’ve left your physical form.

Solomon notices immediately, the man has the observational skills of someone who’s survived his own cooking.

He grins. Oh, he lives for this.

“Oh, sweetheart?” he calls sweetly. Like theatrically.

No response.

He steps closer, amused out of his mind. Still nothing.

So, with absolutely zero hesitation, he reaches out and pinches your cheek.

Not roughly, just enough to snap you back to reality.

“There you are,” he chuckles, eyes sparkling like he just discovered a new spell. “You spaced out. Adorably, I might add.” (˵ ¬ᴗ¬˵)

You blink at him, startled and cute, and Solomon actually tilts his head like he’s cataloging your expression for future mischief.

He brushes his thumb over your cheek. Soft, playful. And adds, “I should distract you more often if it means I get to see that look again.”

You know he means it, too.

He’s already plotting 12 different magical excuses to make you zone out.

L

[xxhexwolfxx]

Can I request headcanons for Solomon, Simeon, Diavolo, Barbatos, Mephistopheles, and Raphael realising his feelings for gn reader please?

Realizing His Feelings: Obey Me

A/N: Thank you so much for requesting! I’m sorry it took me a bit but I hope you enjoy! <3

DISCLAIMERS: Might be ooc. No gender mentioned. “You” being used. Not proofread.

WARNINGS: None

CHARACTERS: Solomon, Simeon, Diavolo, Barbatos, Mephistopheles, and Raphael

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Solomon:

Solomon was interested in you the moment he laid eyes on you. Whether it was your charming looks or just how interesting you seemed, he didn’t know. Maybe it was a combination of both, but there was something about you. It was one of those days where Solomon finally had you to himself. You two mostly study spells and potions but it was a nice break from the brothers and your other duties. Solomon was reading from one of his many books as you added ingredients and stirred the pot. Solomon looked up to watch you finish the potion and froze. He’s seen you like this many times, each time stopping to watch for as long as he could get away with it. This time felt different however. He watched with a small smile as you gave a celebratory smile to the newly created potion.

Simeon:

It was a day where you finally could take a break, which you decided to spend it with Simeon. It was quiet between the two of you besides sounds of pencil on paper and a flip of a page. Simeon was working on a new chapter for a book he was writing while you scrolled on some social media. Even though you two weren’t talking, if felt nice to just spend time with each other. It was going well for Simeon, he was halfway done until he hit a roadblock. One of his characters was describing the love interest, which wouldn’t be that hard but today it seemed like the hardest thing to write about. Simeon was about to ask for some help before quickly cutting himself off. You looked perfect. Just sitting on his bed with the dim light of the lamp hitting your silhouette perfectly. He stared for a bit before realizing his face felt hot and his heart was racing a little. He went back to writing with a new feeling and now knowing how this chapter was going to be.

Diavolo:

Diavolo was used to people basically bending over backwards for him. Maybe he just compilmented their shirt and suddenly they offered to give him their entire wardrobe. It was honestly tiring and he didn’t get it, until today. He “successfully” snuck out of the castle without alerting Barbatos (which he totally did but Barbatos decided to give him a few hours of break time). He was on a walk with you in the town’s market, looking at all the trinkets and treats the vendors had. Diavolo couldn’t help himself from buying everything you wanted. The shyness on your face with Diavolo bought the items you were looking at was making him feel different. Sure, he’s done this with Lucifer but this felt way different. He just wanted to keep buying things for you, just to watch your face light up. At the end of the shopping spree, he was carrying many bags but he had a newfound interest in you that he’s never felt before.

Barbatos:

Barbatos knew you were special when he first laid eyes on you. At first it was just a friendly type of feeling until the day he invited you for tea. It was just the two of you, Diavolo busy in the humanworld with Lucifer. Barbatos stayed behind to make sure everything was kept safe and cleaned. Soft (safe for human) music was playing as you two snacked on pastries and sipped on the finest teas he had in his collection. Barbatos felt the need to make everything special for you for some reason. Speaking about how your time in the Devildom was so far. You were talking about the time Mammon tried to find “treasure” and of course was just scammed when you let out a laugh. Barbatos stopped for a second, his eyes watching as you laughed at the memory. Barbatos has heard many others laughed before, but yours was different. Barbatos almost felt himself get flustered but quickly hid it as he set his tea cup down. Barbatos knew immediately he felt something other than platonic feelings for you.

Mephistopheles:

Mephistopheles was hard to please, especially since you were a human. He was rich so he basically could get anything he wanted. Not to mention he used to be Diavolo’s confidant until Lucifer came around. So, he didn’t really pay attention to you until Lucifer used you to bother him. Whether it was to send things to him using you or just you spending time with Diavolo when Mephistopheles was there. He was struggling to find a good topic for the school newspaper, it seemed like everyone didn’t do anything interesting as of late. He was about to give up, until Satan mentioned you bascially had so many eyes on you, it would be foolish not to write about the new human. So he sat down with you for a bit, just asking questions. Mephistopheles honestly didn’t think this was going to go according to plan until he realized you were easy to talk to. He let down his walls a bit, laughing and joking with you. When everything was all said and done, a Mephistopheles watched as you left with a bit of sadness. Maybe it was the way you smiled and waved while walking away but he felt something new in his chest, something he’s never really felt before.

Raphael:

Raphael liked trying new things. From eating Solomon’s interesting, yet delicious, food to something as mundane as crocheting. It was a good way to pass time and to spend time with people who wanted to try new things as well. Raphael was in Purgatory Hall, simply sitting on a couch as he crocheted a new project he was looking forward to. You were sitting next to him, learning to crochet as well. Raphael would look over from time to time, watching as the yarn weaved through your fingers and being made into a your new project. It was simple and honestly relaxing as you two talked and did your own things. It was this type of moment when he hit a realization about something. He already knew his feelings for you was a bit different but never knew how strong they were. Raphael glanced over to you and a rare smile spread on his face as he watched you work on your project with your concentration face.

[veinsandviolets]

🩸 How They React to You Wanting to Peg Them 🩸

Brothers Ver.

Contains: Pegging (duh), Polyamory, Dom/sub dynamics, Power exchange, Multiple partners, Group sex, Aftercare, Praise kink, Vulnerability, Anal sex, Voyeurism (implied), Size kink, First-time (implied for Simeon), and others I may have missed

🩸 Diavolo

His first reaction is a loud, hearty laugh that fills the room. It's not mocking, but full of pure, unadulterated delight and surprise. "What a wonderfully bold idea!" he'll exclaim, his eyes sparkling with amusement and intrigue.

The concept of you, his cherished human partner, taking charge in such a way is thrilling to him. He's a demon who craves new experiences and values strength and confidence. Your proposition is a massive turn-on, and he's 100% on board without a moment's hesitation.

To Diavolo, this isn't just a sexual act; it's an adventure. A new frontier of pleasure to explore with you. He'll likely sweep you up in a hug, kissing you deeply, already planning the occasion with the excitement of a king planning a royal tournament.

He sees it as the ultimate expression of trust and equality in your relationship. He is the ruler of the Devildom, yet he is willing to be utterly vulnerable and submissive to you. He finds the power dynamic shift to be incredibly romantic and a testament to the strength of your bond.

Diavolo is not quiet. He roars. His pleasure is expressed in deep, guttural moans, breathless laughter, and shouts of your name. He's completely shameless, lost in the raw, physical sensation of it all. The entire castle probably knows what's happening.

He's not passive. He'll buck his hips back against you, demanding more, harder, faster. He'll tell you exactly how good it feels, his praise a constant, deep rumble. "Yes, just like that! Don't you dare hold back!"

The future King of the Devildom, a being of immense power, is reduced to a sweaty, trembling, whimpering mess. His maroon hair is plastered to his forehead, his face is flushed a deep red, and his eyes are rolled back in his head. It's a glorious sight.

His huge hands will be everywhere: gripping your hips so tightly he might leave bruises, tangled in your hair, clutching the sheets. He needs to feel you, to ground himself as you send waves of intense pleasure through his body.

Diavolo is on his hands and knees in the middle of his massive, opulent bed, the sheer scale of it making him look like a magnificent offering. He's looking back at you over his shoulder, a grin on his face, his eyes burning with anticipation. His powerful body is coiled with energy, ready for whatever you're about to give him.

You approach, running a hand down his spine, and he shudders, a low growl rumbling in his chest. "Are you ready, my lord?" you tease, using his title to make him shiver.

"Anything for you," he rumbles, his voice a deep, eager purr.

You don't make him wait long. You press the toy against him and push in, and the sound he makes is nothing short of primal; a deep, guttural groan of pure satisfaction. You start to move, and he immediately pushes back, meeting your thrusts with an almost feral enthusiasm.

The bed frame groans with the force of your movements. Diavolo is loud, a constant stream of "Ah, yes!" and "By the devil, that feels incredible!" His powerful arms tremble with the effort of holding himself up. You reach around and wrap your hand around his cock, and he shouts, his hips jerking wildly as he comes undone completely. He collapses onto the bed, pulling you down with him, a laughing, satisfied, and thoroughly wrecked demon king in your arms.

🩸 Barbatos

His reaction is subtle. His eyes might widen just a fraction, and the polite smile on his face freezes for a split second before melting into something more intrigued and unreadable. He doesn't flinch or show disgust, just a moment of quiet, profound surprise.

He processes the request with the same care he would a diplomatic incident. He'll tilt his head, his gaze sharp and assessing. "An interesting proposition," he'd say, his voice smooth as silk. "May I inquire as to what prompted this desire? I wish to understand the full scope of your intentions."

For Barbatos, whose entire existence is about service and control (of time, of the castle, of Diavolo), this is the ultimate inversion. Allowing you to take him in such a way is the ultimate act of trust and a profound statement of his devotion to you. It means he trusts you with his very being, in a way that transcends his duties.

He won't say no, but he will set the terms. He needs it to be on his own time, in a place where he feels secure (likely his private quarters), and with the understanding that his role as Diavolo's butler must never be compromised. Once those conditions are met, he agrees with a graceful nod.

Barbatos isn't a screamer. His pleasure is expressed in soft, sharp gasps, low moans that are almost swallowed, and the occasional, breathy whimper when you hit just the right spot. His sounds are restrained but incredibly genuine.

He tries to maintain his composure, to observe and analyze the sensations. For a while, he succeeds, his hands gripping the sheets, his brow furrowed in concentration. But once you find a rhythm that overwhelms him, that control shatters beautifully. His back will arch, his toes will curl, and he'll bury his face in a pillow to muffle his cries.

When he's not losing himself in the moment, his eyes are locked on yours. The look is one of pure, unadulterated adoration and vulnerability. He's watching you, his partner, the one person he's willing to let see him like this. It's intensely intimate.

He gives himself over to the experience completely. He doesn't try to direct you or take back control. He is yours to do with as you please, his body pliant and receptive. He finds a strange, liberating peace in letting go of his constant need to manage everything.

The setting is his impeccably neat room, the scent of old books and calming herbs in the air. Barbatos is kneeling on the edge of his bed, facing the headboard, his hands gripping the ornate wood. His back is to you, a perfect, elegant line of muscle and pale skin. He's stripped down to nothing, his usual poise still present in the straight set of his spine.

You come up behind him, your hands gently tracing the curve of his lower back. He tenses slightly at your touch but doesn't pull away. You lean in, pressing a kiss to his shoulder blade.

"Relax, Barbatos," you whisper. "Let me take care of you."

He lets out a slow, shuddering breath and nods, his grip on the headboard tightening. You slick up the toy and press it against him. He inhales sharply, a quiet hiss, as you slowly push inside. His body resists for a moment before yielding, and you hear him mutter a soft, "Ah..." under his breath.

You start with a slow, gentle rhythm, and he meets it by pushing back slightly, silently asking for more. His composure is a fragile thing; with each deep, deliberate thrust, you can feel it cracking. His knuckles are white where he grips the headboard, and his head drops forward, his green hair falling over his face.

“Look at me," you command softly.

He turns his head just enough to look at you over his shoulder, his cheeks flushed, his eyes glassy and dark with pleasure. The sight of the ever-unflappable butler so undone, his lips parted as he pants for breath, is your undoing. You increase your pace, and a broken moan finally escapes his lips, muffled against his arm.

🩸 Solomon

His first reaction is calculating interest. A slow, knowing smile spreads across his face.

He’s genuinely curious about the mechanics and the sensations. He'll likely ask a series of questions from a place of sensual inquiry. "What kind of harness? What material do you envision? And what position do you think would be most… enlightening for both of us?"

He’s lived for centuries; vanilla is boring. The idea of you taking control, of experiencing a new form of pleasure and vulnerability with you, is incredibly appealing. He agrees almost immediately, his eyes gleaming with excitement.

For Solomon, this is the ultimate form of trust. He, who is always in control, who holds all the power and knowledge, is willingly handing the reins (quite literally) to you. He finds the concept of trusting you so completely to be profoundly romantic and arousing.

He is not quiet. He’s a moaner, a whimperer, and a talker. He’ll praise you, tell you how good it feels, and narrate his experience with a breathless, poetic flair. "Ah, right there… the way you move is a spell all its own."

He’s completely invested in your pleasure as well as his own. He’ll watch your face, his expression a mix of adoration and lust, getting off on seeing you so confident and in control. His hands will be on you constantly: gripping your hips, tangled in your hair, caressing your face.

This is the only time you’ll see the great Solomon, the all-powerful sorcerer, completely undone. His usual smug, controlled demeanor shatters. He’ll be a mess of sweat, flushed skin, and desperate pleas, utterly lost in the sensation. It’s a rare and beautiful sight.

He might suggest trying different positions or even incorporating a little magic. A warming spell on the toy? A temporary binding spell on his own wrists? He’s all for enhancing the experience in any way he can.

The room is dim, lit only by a few floating, magical orbs of light that cast a soft glow on your bodies. Solomon is on his back, pillows stacked under his hips to give you the perfect angle. His legs are spread wide, an invitation. His usual pristine robes are discarded, leaving his pale skin flushed and gleaming with a light sheen of sweat.

You’re kneeling between his thighs, the strap-on snug against your hips. You run your hands up his chest, your nails scraping lightly over his nipples, and he arches into the touch with a soft gasp. His eyes, usually so sharp and full of ancient knowledge, are hazy with lust and fixed on you.

“Are you ready, my powerful sorcerer?" you murmur, your voice low and teasing.

He lets out a shaky laugh, his hands coming up to grip your shoulders. "I was born ready for you," he breathes, his voice already rough.

You press the tip of the toy against his entrance, and he hisses, his entire body tensing for a moment before deliberately forcing himself to relax. You push in slowly, watching his face as his eyes flutter shut and his mouth falls open in a silent 'o' of pure pleasure.

You start to move, a slow, steady rhythm that has him writhing beneath you. "Fuck," he chokes out, his usual eloquence failing him. "Don't stop… please, don't stop." His hips begin to rock back to meet your thrusts, chasing the sensation. He's completely surrendered, babbling your name and a string of curses and praises. Seeing the great Solomon so utterly pliant and desperate, his body trembling as you fuck into him, is the most intoxicating power you've ever felt.

🩸 Simeon

His reaction is a beautiful, sweet blush that spreads from his cheeks to the tips of his ears. He'll be momentarily speechless, his angelic eyes widening slightly as he processes your words. It's not shock or disgust, but pure, endearing surprise.

Simeon is an angel who genuinely loves learning about humanity and all its forms of expression and intimacy. After his initial blush fades, he'll look at you with soft, curious eyes. "That's... a new concept for me," he'd say gently. "Could you tell me more about it? I want to understand what it would feel like... for you, and for me."

He quickly reframes the proposition in his mind. The idea of you wanting to give him pleasure in such an intimate, unique way is deeply touching to him.

He agrees, not out of mere curiosity, but because he trusts you implicitly. If this is something you desire, and it's a way for you to connect, he is more than willing to try it. His acceptance is quiet, sincere, and full of love.

His sounds are soft and melodic. He lets out breathy gasps, soft whimpers, and will whisper your name like a prayer. He's not loud, but every sound he makes is filled with genuine emotion and pleasure.

He's a bit shy and self-conscious at first, unsure of what to do with his hands or how to position himself. But once you start and the pleasure builds, he becomes incredibly receptive, melting into your touch and the sensations. He's completely pliant and willing to follow your lead.

For Simeon, the experience is intensely emotional. It's not just about the physical feeling; it's about the connection between you. He'll keep his eyes locked on yours, his gaze full of so much love and vulnerability it might make your heart ache.

You'll get to see the usually calm and poetic Simeon become a trembling, needy mess. His brow will be furrowed in pleasure, his lips parted in soft pants, and his hands will clutch at you desperately as if you're his only anchor to reality.

The atmosphere is soft and romantic, with candlelight flickering gently in his room at Purgatory Hall. Simeon is lying on his side, facing you, with one leg lifted to give you access. He's naked, his pale skin glowing in the warm light, and his expression is a mix of nervousness and anticipation.

You're spooning him, your arm wrapped around his chest, holding him close. You press a soft kiss to his shoulder. "Just relax, my angel," you murmur in his ear. "I've got you."

He lets out a shaky breath and nods, leaning back into your embrace. You slick the toy and slowly press it against his entrance. He tenses with a soft gasp, his hand coming up to grip your arm. You wait, letting him adjust, before pushing in slowly, inch by inch.

A low, drawn-out moan escapes his lips as you fill him. "Oh..." he breathes, his voice trembling. You begin to move, a slow, gentle rocking rhythm that has him whimpering against your hand. He's so responsive, his body arching into yours with every thrust.

You reach down and take his hardening cock in your hand, stroking him in time with your movements. That's his undoing. He cries out, a beautiful, broken sound, as he spills over your hand. His entire body shudders, and he turns his head to bury his face in your neck, his breathing ragged. He holds you tightly, his body still trembling with the aftershocks, whispering "I love you" over and over again.

🩸 Poly!Side Chars

The moment the words leave your lips, the air in the room shifts. Diavolo lets out a booming, joyous laugh that immediately breaks any tension. "Ingenious! Absolutely magnificent!"

Across from him, Simeon blushes a brilliant scarlet, his angelic eyes wide as he nervously smooths his robes, but a small, curious smile plays on his lips.

Solomon simply grins, a sharp, calculating look in his eyes as he steeples his fingers. "Now that is a fascinating idea," he purrs.

And Barbatos? Barbatos remains perfectly still, a faint, knowing smile touching his lips as he observes the reactions of his lovers, already planning the logistics in his head.

They don't even need to speak. A silent understanding passes between them. Diavolo, ever the enthusiastic leader, claps his hands together. "Well, this settles it! We simply must!"

Solomon leans forward, adding, "The shared energy would be unparalleled. We must document the… effects."

Simeon, gaining confidence from their excitement, adds softly, "To share something so… personal with all of you… I'd like that."

Barbatos gives a single, decisive nod. "I will clear my schedule for the entire evening. Lord Diavolo's chambers. I will ensure we are not disturbed and that everything is prepared to your exact specifications, my love."

There is no hesitation, no judgment. Instead, there's an immediate and overwhelming sense of shared excitement. They see it not as a strange request, but as a thrilling new adventure for their polycule. It's a chance to explore a new dynamic of trust, power, and intimacy that will bind them all even closer together. The proposition is instantly accepted as a group, with you at the very center of their eager, loving attention.

The conversation immediately shifts to logistics, but in the most loving and enthusiastic way possible. Diavolo wants it to be a grand event. Solomon is already suggesting different positions and maybe a few pleasure-enhancing spells. Simeon quietly asks about making sure everyone is comfortable and feels safe. And Barbatos, in his element, takes mental notes, already preparing a list of supplies: the finest oils, soft sheets, and perhaps a special tea to help everyone relax beforehand. They are a well-oiled machine of love, and your proposal is their new favorite mission.

The room is filled with a chorus of sounds, each distinct and beautiful. Diavolo's booming, uninhibited moans and laughter are the bassline, grounding the experience in raw pleasure. Solomon's breathless praise and dirty talk are the melody, a constant, erotic narration of the events. Simeon's soft, whimpering gasps and whispered praises are the harmony, the emotional core that makes the moment so intimate. And Barbatos... Barbatos's choked-off moans and sharp, quiet intakes of breath are the percussion, the thrilling, unexpected beat that proves even he is completely lost to it.

As you take one of them, the other three are not idle. They are participants. Hands roam, stroking and caressing. Lips meet in passionate kisses between gasps. Solomon might be whispering filth in Diavolo's ear while Diavolo holds Simeon's hand. Barbatos, while waiting for his turn, might be gently stroking Simeon's hair, grounding him. It's a beautiful, tangled web of limbs and affection, where every touch is shared and amplified by the group.

The power dynamics shift and flow like water. When you are with Diavolo, he is the loud, proud center of attention, but he's also the one holding Solomon's gaze, encouraging him. When it's Solomon's turn, he's the one being vocal and demanding, yet he reaches out to Barbatos, a silent acknowledgment of his lover's presence. With Simeon, the group becomes softer, more protective, their touches gentler as they watch their angel fall apart. And with Barbatos, they all watch in rapt attention as their unflappable butler finally shatters, a shared victory that they all celebrate. Each man's submission is a gift to the group, and each man's dominance (in watching, in touching) is a gift to the one being taken.

When it's all over, the bed becomes a nest of sated, sweaty bodies. There's no separation. Diavolo will likely pull you all into a massive, bone-crushing hug, declaring it the "greatest night in Devildom history." Solomon will be sighing contentedly, already planning the next "ritual." Simeon will be tearfully happy, cuddled against someone's chest, murmuring about how much he loves his family. And Barbatos, for the first time perhaps ever, will allow himself to be completely limp and pliable in the pile, a rare, soft smile on his face as he's surrounded by the people he trusts enough to share such profound vulnerability with.

The grand royal bedroom was bathed in the warm, flickering light of a hundred enchanted candles, their flames dancing in time with the heavy, anticipatory breaths of the two demons, a human, and an angel waiting for you.

You stood at the foot of the bed, a harness snug on your hips, feeling the weight of four pairs of eyes on you. Diavolo was sprawled confidently in the middle, a grin of pure delight on his face. To his right, Solomon leaned against the headboard, his expression a mixture of academic curiosity and raw lust. To Diavolo's left, Simeon sat looking flushed and beautiful, his hands twisting nervously in the silk sheets. And standing just beside the bed, ever the observant facilitator, was Barbatos, his posture perfect but his eyes dark with an emotion you couldn't quite name.

"Who's first?" you asked, your voice a low purr.

Diavolo's booming laugh filled the room. "Let us begin with the heart of our group. Simeon should go first."

Simeon let out a soft squeak but nodded, his eyes finding yours and filling with trust. You moved to him, cupping his cheek and kissing him gently. Solomon and Diavolo shifted closer, their hands resting on Simeon's arms and thighs, a silent promise of support. You positioned him on his back, his legs spread for you. As you slowly pushed into him, his back arched and a soft, breathy cry escaped his lips. His hands flew to his mouth, but Diavolo gently pulled them away, intertwining their fingers. "Let us hear you, angel," Diavolo rumbled. You set a gentle, loving rhythm, and Simeon was a mix of soft whimpers and whispered praises, his body trembling beneath you as he came with a quiet, shuddering gasp.

Next was Solomon, who eagerly took Simeon's place, flipping onto his hands and knees with a wicked grin. "My turn for this fascinating experiment," he purred. Diavolo moved to kneel in front of him, gripping his chin and kissing him deeply, while Barbatos began to gently clean Simeon with a warm, damp cloth, his touch impossibly tender. You entered Solomon with a firm, steady thrust, and he moaned loudly into Diavolo's mouth. "Yes, just like that!" he gasped, pulling back to look at you over his shoulder. His words dissolved into a string of curses as you fucked him harder, his body rocking with the force of your thrusts until he spilled onto the sheets with a loud, satisfied shout.

Then, it was Barbatos's turn. He moved with silent grace, kneeling at the edge of the bed and presenting himself with a quiet dignity that was incredibly arousing. Diavolo and Solomon flanked him, their hands covering his. "Let go, Barbatos," Diavolo commanded softly. "We're here." As you slowly pushed into him, his entire body went rigid, and a sharp, choked gasp was torn from his throat. You built a slow, relentless pace, and with each thrust, you could feel his legendary control cracking. His quiet gasps became desperate whimpers, and finally, with a broken sob of pure pleasure, he buried his face in the mattress, his body shaking as he came undone.

Finally, you turned to Diavolo. He was the picture of a future triumphant king, lying back against the mountain of pillows, his powerful legs spread wide in invitation. The other three, sated and glowing, moved to surround him. You entered the Demon Lord, and he let out a roar of pleasure that seemed to shake the very foundations of the castle. He was loud, demanding, and completely yours. His hands gripped your hips, pulling you deeper. Solomon and Simeon were kissing his chest and neck, and Barbatos was whispering in his ear, urging him on. With a final, powerful thrust, Diavolo came with a deafening shout of your name, his body arching off the bed before collapsing into a boneless, happy heap.

The aftermath was a tangle of limbs and soft, happy sighs. Diavolo pulled you all into his arms, a massive, contented pile of bodies. Solomon was already muttering about the "profound energetic shift," while Simeon sniffled happily, pressed against Barbatos's side. And Barbatos, the ever-composed butler, simply closed his eyes, a rare, genuine smile on his face as he drifted off to sleep, surrounded by the four people he loved more than anything.

Up next: ⛓️‍💥 Bovinophobia ⛓️‍💥

[dreamer81093]

You always thought you fell first.

How could you have not? He was perfect. The way his eyes flicked from one object to the next, the way his lips curled into a smile. That smile that you adored. It made your heart squeeze and your chest erupt in butterflies.

You thought that you fell first.

But now, as friendship blurs, you wonder if that’s true.

Because now you can see just how deep his eyes are. Slow-dancing to the song playing, others creating a ruckus around you two—

Yet his gaze never leaves you. His lips are raised in that boyish smile you love, but it’s softer. His hands are on your waist, but they do not demand or search. They just rest there, holding you gently.

You thought you fell first, you did.

But as your lips meet in the kiss, soft and everything you’ve dreamed of…

You realize. While you had started standing, ready to be swept off your feet, he had always been on the ground.

He never got to fall. Because to him, that’s just how he always was.

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Simeon once almost dropped his whole computer just to shut it down.

It started very harmless. He was complaining to Levi through D.D.D. about how confusing technology was, trying to ask how to properly turn off a computer. The problem was his typing was full of mistakes.

From Levi’s side, it sounded like Simeon had dropped his computer or broken it completely. Levi immediately asked what happened. Simeon, misunderstanding even more, thought Levi was telling him that dropping the device was the correct way to shut it down. He actually lifted the computer before Solomon rushed in and stopped him just in time.

“No,” Solomon said quickly, holding the laptop. “Don’t drop it. Please don’t drop it.”

Later, Solomon told Levi what almost happened. Levi went pale. Even Lucifer, someone who openly hates modern tech, was not that bad. From that day on, Levi begged Simeon to type slowly and carefully to avoid typos. Simeon took the advice very seriously.

Which made what happened later even more ironic.

One evening, the group chat suddenly exploded. Mammon and Levi were fighting in the kitchen again while Satan was cooking nearby and trying very hard to ignore them. The demon of Wrath snapped, joined the fight, and things escalated fast.

The kitchen caught on fire.

Everyone panicked at once. Buckets were grabbed. Someone yelled that MC needed to be protected from the flames, and for some reason, the solution was throwing water. One bucket hit MC. Then another. Then a third.

Levi rushed to inform the group chat, fingers flying across his D.D.D. Luke yelled to Simeon to hurry. “Simeon, they’re in danger right now!” Luke shouted.

Simeon replied calmly, “Hold on. I need to finish this.”

20 minutes later, Simeon finally sent his message.

> "Oh no, that is bad!"

By the time Simeon arrived in person, the fire was already gone. MC was dripping wet. The whole kitchen was ruined. Simeon stood there quietly, looking around. Everyone stared at him.

No one knew what to say.